Mental Mayhem

Mental mayhem within the walls of my confines. Trapped yet fighting to uncover the mind mines. Discouraged but not without courage. For my instincts tell me that i must find a way to flourish. If I only knew what it was that ive known. If time was my friend i would be worthy of a loan. Why must the clock stay ticking when life takes what shouldnt be missing. Giving is my way of not wishing. Forever are the secrets that I keep in my box. Why do i fret upon what i always thought would be lost. Cant find reasons for all the questions that i ask. For answers always come, just never that fast. Who is the keeper of tormented souls. Lost in the transition of trying to make things whole. Finding what soothes the pain is a temporary numbing of my brain. Nothing lasts forever as i try to cope with desires of the same. Set free like a bird listening to the voices that are heard. I remind myself to remember that i forgot what they told me. But for some apparent reason i cant reason with thee. Free souls cross paths and keep running. Moved by the currents that push, pull, and never stop coming. Blindsided by attraction and set apart because others unsatisfactions. Capable of obtaining what it is that i desire. Incapable of excepting that the reality may not ever be what i admired. Reason for existence may never be known. Why then is the mystery and what really is to be shown. The purpose of life can never be cloned. For mine and yours were never ment to be told. Them and theirs and everyone i forgot to mention. Different q      uests are bought but never included a map of direction. Lost are we? Or right where we are supposed to be? Decide for yourself and let me do me. For control of another is rediculous endeavor. Manipulation to cause whats not meant to be recovered. The blind are those who refuse to love eachother. Unhappy are those who have wasted their life. For they are unable to realize that they never had any insight. Yet all the signs pointed and the bells chimed. But they refused to look and listen and therefore became deaf and blind. Trying to manifest what was too powerful to persuade. For manifestations of what we desire arent bought, they are made. Excepting less then what we ever thought we would. Humbles ones self and teaches us that we never could. Giving us a feeling that its all misunderstood. Yet lighting a new fire that may or may not be acquired. Ever think to yourself that just because you are alive that your opportunities have already expired. And now you must deal with living the rest of your life with no real purpose. Except to float in this fish bowl with the rest of those who never made it to the surface. Occupying space but not contributing to anything except surviving to maintain. Until mercy is given and death calls your name. Think about all the sensless violence and all the hate that exists. It really makes sense that timing is everything and those who were late missed their chance to assist. Now they just occupy space, contributing to the waste that society has labeled. The anger will always intimidate and the scared will never feel stable. So the question remains, whos really to blame? When this life that we live is nothing more than surviving to endure. When the reality may be, that most of us are diseased and there is and never will be a search for a cure. Truth is the light and the darkness cant hide. For all of us are only here for the ride. None of us can tell what the hell is going on. For heaven on earth is enjoying this chance to belong. One of us really cant make a difference, it takes more than one to understand true acceptance. The evil we encounter is a test of our commitment to all that we believe to be nothing more then resistance. Our souls journey and fate collide as the moon influences the ocean tide. We can only rely on our inner thoughts and the manifestations that are made, not bought. Finding ones self is sometimes not what it seems. The truth is the light that allows darkness to set you free. Remain in the shadows and forever may you dwell. The truth is more then heaven which might just be hell. For all that we know, encounter and search to find. Is nothing more then living, dreaming, and finding what it is that rules our mind. We choose our destiny and we rule our domain. As the angels watch over and witness the evil that we tame. Within the walls of mental mayhem we know only what we believe to be true. We fear all else as if it has something to prove.